He's pushing himself to the edge of the chair, trying to stand as she speaks, and for once he hopes that she only sees the flash of pain on his face as simply physical.
Getting to his feet, he picks up the first aid kit.
"I learned to do without," he says, flatly, as though he was talking about giving up ice cream or smoking, trying to push the hurt and guilt away before it can swamp him.
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Date: 2007-02-11 04:15 am (UTC)Getting to his feet, he picks up the first aid kit.
"I learned to do without," he says, flatly, as though he was talking about giving up ice cream or smoking, trying to push the hurt and guilt away before it can swamp him.